Comeuppance

“Come on people, are we ready for another day of drunken debauchery at the pool?” Daddy said aloud to the room; while he and I sat on the couch ready to go. We were waiting for the everyone else to get their suits on.

“She’s not,” I heard Goddess say as she walked into the room. “She’ll probably just disobey orders again like yesterday.” I felt my stomach fall to my toes even as I tried to laugh at the joke she made at my expense.

Daddy’s razor sharp gaze whipped around to me as her words hung in the air. “What do you mean, she disobeyed?” He spoke to her while his eyes stayed riveted to me.

“You told her to drink up but she said, I don’t have to because Daddy’s not here right now.” Goddess’ eyes twinkled and danced with mischief as she spoke and walked off to the nearby kitchen.

Daddy’s eyes bored into me as the smile on my face faltered. “Is this true? Did you say that?”

I tried to keep my mood playful but I was on the edge of a very precarious cliff. There was nothing to do but jump. I looked up at him and said, “Yes, Daddy, I did.”

“I don’t have to because Daddy’s not here right now? Really?” His hand moved like lightning and gripped my neck like a vise. He had me pinned to the couch, my head back, my body frozen in place…waiting for what came next. “What is that baby girl?”

“Defiance.” I said. I had disobeyed. I had been pressed to it, by Goddess, sure, but it was my action and I had to own it.

“Yes, defiance.” Daddy’s hand gripped my neck tighter and his face pressed close to mine. He was intimidating me with his power and his presence. Everyone else in the room fell away. I felt only him, I saw only him, he was the length, breadth and width of my world.

His lips hovered over mine. My breath was stuck in my throat below his granite-like grip. He hesitated a moment, his eyes held a question. Ultimately, he said, “I like it.” I was surprised but relieved and something else too.

“Get in the bedroom.” He released me and I fell from the couch with a faltering gait. I got up from the floor and into the bedroom.

“Strip.” I did as told quickly but my mind was still reeling. He liked it?

He pushed me onto the bed. “Feel that?” His hand crushed mine to his hard cock. I nodded. He was most definitely turned on by the chain of events.

“You are mine. I own you.” He said. “What does that make you?”

“Your slut. Your whore.” I said as he mounted me.

“That’s right. My disobedient little whore.” He thrust deep into me, claiming me. His hand held my neck tightly, his wrist bracing on my chest such that I had bruising there for a few days afterwards. He took me then and made it clear who owned whom and who was to be obeyed.

I fondly pressed my fingers to the sore spot on my chest for the days following. His level of fierce dominance makes my blood hot and my pussy wet. It sets me on fire just thinking about it now.